This comment got me to thinking about my own midlife crisis (I actually had two) and whether I passed into the first without a cabaret song and dance. I kinda did.
I decided to go to university for the first time. I was thirty-seven years old, and my mind was bored. I had been on a spiritual and personal development bender for a year and felt good about my progress. I was working for a sporting organization in the business development area, and I was bored. I was bored, bored, B-O-R-E-D! I needed intellectual stimulation, so I applied as a middle-aged student to the University of Western Australia, got accepted, and began my college career.